Transitioning Water, and too many posts.

I find myself sitting in my room listening to Ben Lee--Catch My Disease, with clothes, used tea cups, and a pile of "give this stuff away because I've not touched it all year" surrounding me.

It's a love/hate relationship I have with my constantly transitional life. The love aspect I've grown to appreciate...maybe on account of the few responsibilities I have and the knowledege that soon responsibilities are about to pile.

But I'm okay in this moment, and this moment is really all that matters. I find it absolutely maddening that soon I'll be in Arizona and small things will change:

My "Recent Calls" list will change dramatically, and many of the people here in Sterling I'll never have communication with again.

It's unfortuante I am so apathetic concerning the latter-

New friends will be had and different experiences will occur, I trust that those I have built deep relationships with will continue to be present in my life.

Haha, Life. It's a mad, mad thing. An Ardent Adventure, thats for sure.

I am enjoying life's small luxuries: dove chocolate. If you've yet to experience dove, I'll fill you in on one of my favorite aspects of these small morsels of chocolatey goodness--the "Promises message", which is printed on the inside of the wrapper..think hershey's, only these make you want to comsume more chocolate, and have a way of taking away any chocolate guilt you may have. My message: Discover yourself. Yeah, I know pretty broad.

But it makes me feel better, causing me to believe this one chocolate inspired message was meant for Alesha, the confused and excited almost 20 something.

Lame, and silly--eh. Honest.

Ooh, learned that I am the epitome of the word I believed, and the (lit.)definition proves it: subordinates form to content, encourages freedom of treatment, emphasizes imagination, emotion, and introspection, and often celebrates nature, the ordinary person, and freedom of the spirit--also: imbued with or dominated by idealism, a desire for adventure.

One day I'll grow up and be realistic..

But that day is no time soon....and I am content.

Tea for two--and two for green.

I write you again in the same state as my last entry...

But I feel like I can only be creative with little sleep and too much caffeine coursing through my veins. "Sure, (you say) it's caffeine now..but what next?! Your tea infused with...(audible gasp) GRASS?!" Not of the lawn variety...

I'm making all too many spelling mistakes to care, but I feel a bit ashamed of myself--after all I am in a facebook group entitled: I judge you when you use poor grammar.

I'm a hypocrite. We've all thought it, I'm just reaffirming the fact..."factualizing", if you will. I think the prior sentence would be best said with monocle in hand and mustache on face-

maybe a slight British accent, for sophisticosity. (Newly formed word. Remember, you heard it here first.)

Post-it Notes are overlooked--one can grasp enough wisdom to encompass a lifetime, maybe two..if you pay attention, and read into absolutely everything they say:

Sad note: I drink Rockstar energy drinks in hopes they will turn me into a rockstar, or maybe just have a shred of musical ability...

I know it won't actually turn me into a rockstar, but I feel cooler when I drink it--I'm playing right into the hands of those catchy advertisers. "The Man" strikes again.

Don't you worry, I will be fighting that all summer--think tea, surf, drinking tea on the surf, buying solely organic, and never washing my clothes.

On a COMPLETELY unrelated note: Happy day after Earth Day, try abstaining from styrofoam--it'll cut 400 years off the earth..and mama earth would be greatly appreciative!

(I think I'm too cool to label my posts...or maybe just not creative enough)

Three minutes of your life can be better spent elsewhere--

Funny how I find myself in the same place, writing for the same reasons..and allowing (as well as avoiding) the same types of papers which gnaw at my person.

WHY do I find it so difficult to plan ahead, and not be bogged down by last minute-all nighter-caffiene induced-rants?

The world may never know, Mr.Owl--but I do love the sound of rain on a glass window, and the soon to be smell of coffee...

After making said coffee, (and by making, I mean placing agua and grounds in their respective place--not taking a mule to Colombia and grinding my own beans) I realized just how lame my knowledge of coffee is...tea is so much easier, only knowledge required is steeping time...and that those with excessive amounts of sugar and milk have yet to aquire proper pallates... Note the snobbery with which I label new tea appreciators! Twas I who had to ask the proper amount of grounds placed in the coffee pot--! To be honest? I had no clue where the water went, safe to say my guess was correct and the room is filled with the scent of my...

right-doings..?

Which (thanks to my lack of sleep) brings me to a question thats been haunting me for a little over a week... could mary-jane/weed/hash/reefer-and the like be appreciated in tea form--which gives an entirely new definition to 'loose-leaf tea'.

Ahh, I am finally going crazy. BUT, I will say that after extensive research (ie: members of my 'I've put off the biofoudations paper and find myself in an entirely new frame of mind' study group have clued me in) Reefer Tea- is possible! Life's unanswerables, CAN be answered.

So, like I said a few posts before: new things and avenues are opening up.

I'm excited, and am thinking I should be a lot more nervous about them...but that feeling is difficult to muster, when there is so much affirmation and peace.

Right, Reader--be sure to check out this blog in about 3 months to see me eat my words.

Really, I will--and I expect you to hold me accountable.

Oh, do forgive me for wasting valuable minutes of our life...I think you should go out and do something GREAT. Like walk the stereotypical granny across the street, or save a dog/baby/old woman from a burning building...

Poor old women, they get the raw end of...

I'm not making ANY sense, I used the word 'twas' and allowed my unfiltered thoughts to be typed--which is my cue to leave.

Bees bring in prophet-

Even more then you know. Really.

So, I saw a bee yesterday..which is astounding, as there is such a shortage in the population of bees.
(Back to story)
The bee was not buzzing, it seemed to not care. As if buzzing became mundane, and ordinary.
I had a feeling the bee longed to be set apart- and challenged. To flourish in every sense: pollinating, flying, and buzzing--for a purpose.
The direction was questionable, but buzzing could not continue without purpose.

Anyway, thats about all I have to say- besides the whole American Apparel mission to 'Legalize L.A.' I am all for it, and think you should check it out--my dearest reader! http://americanapparel.net/contact/legalizela/

Check out the video, I never said California was perfect.
Just when I think we're moving forward as a society, things like this happen.
Thoughts? I know it's invoked something---unless you're lamesauce.